Strange days

 Here's the sunset through a studio skylight - filled the room with an apocalyptic light, very suited to the current paintings - and here's the sky before the sunset, while I was wandering about outside (avoiding apocalyptic paintings)
Below that is a pile of wood by the railway line. When you burn wood to heat your home in the winter, you order it from a geezer who delivers it on a lorry and dumps it in the street; its then your job to shift and stack it elsewhere. It's that time of year.
Stacking is itself an art-form...